John did not move.
The Tier 7 creature stood across the clearing, a living monument, the massive body half-hidden behind the twisted trunks of the trees. The space between them was heavy with the unspoken notion that the forest would not tolerate a fight taking place here. John's instincts were screaming at him: *Not yet.* Neither charge nor run. Just watch.
Nonetheless, he did.
The breathing was slow and deliberate. The muscles rippled under the scales, a controlled power that was barely leashed. Every move was economical, no unnecessary motion. This was no mindless monster, no simple hunger-driven beast. This was a hunter, one which had lived long enough to learn the value of waiting.
John bent his head marginally, his wings creasing inward—not in submission, but in control. He allowed his dominance to seep out, a hint of it. Territorial Authority stirred, pressing against the clearing as if a weight.
The monster's eyes narrowed.
Interesting.
It responded.
Rather than through fear—but through awareness.
John's mind was racing. *It can feel it*. *That means it understands dominance… maybe even territory.*
He had slain many monsters stronger than he was with brute force. But this was no battle he could win with a direct onslaught. Not just yet. The difference between Tier 6 and Tier 7 was like night and day. In the former, he was an apex predator. In the latter, he would be lucky to be alive.
Thus, John did the unimaginable.
He did so.
Slowly. Thought
The level 7 monster tensed, claws digging into soil. Its tail lifted slightly, like a loaded spring.
John ceased retreating and spread his wings-not in an aggressive manner, but in a broad, flowing gesture. A show of strength. "*I am not prey. But I am not challenging you this day*,""
Seconds passed.
It was then that the monster did something unexpected.
It snorted—that low, dismissing snort—then turned
The earth trembled ever so slightly as it passed, disappearing into the depths of the southern woods.
It was only when its presence had fully diminished that John exhaled the breath he realized he had been holding.
"…That was close," he muttered.
His heart pounded in his chest, but beneath the rush of adrenaline, something else burned - clarity.
*I'm not strong enough to fight them yet
But more importantly—
*They don't think of me as insignificant.*
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Rewriting the Rules of the Hunt
John did not head north right away. He walked around the perimeter of the clearing, assessing the land, noting the scents, the paths, the routes of escape. The southern forest was not only treacherous. The southern forest was complex. Territories overlapped in the southern forest. There were power politics even among the monsters.
That particular "Tier 7" creature was not alone.
But that awareness turned everything around.
'I am not hunting like I used to,' John whispered, sitting on the top of a huge rock. 'Attacking all that moves would surely make me noticed by the wrong creatures.'
His eyes raked the treetops. Out there, beyond the trees, there were other monsters like that one. Bigger ones. Smarter ones. And if one of them chose to eliminate him.
"John flexed his claws."
*Then I have to decide when I wish to be perceived.*
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Controlled Slaughter
He started polishing up his style.
Rather, John started engaging in hunt-and-pecks. That is, he fought monsters in short, brutal encounters and moved on to other locations. John focused on fighting the highest quality monsters in the end of Tier 5 and the lowest quality Tier 6 monsters.
One was over in less than thirty seconds.
A Tier 5 armored boar charged him in a ravine. John jumped from above, dark flames coursing through its spine before he even had time to react.
4,600 EXP
Again, he led a couple of tier 6 serpentine predators into a narrow canyon. He used a hit-and-run technique, strafing with flame and then retreating uphill, waiting for them to wear themselves out before delivering the finishing blow.
[EXP Gained:
[Aerial Mastery: Proficiency Increased
Dark Flame Breath: Proficiency Increased
He felt it—all of his actions were cleaner. More precise. He didn't waste as much mana. His gut was no longer simply reacting; he was *predicting*.
"He wasn't just stronger," writes
He was smarter.
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The passage of the days revealed a curious pattern.
The Tier 5 monsters disappeared from his land almost completely. The Tier 6s avoided his territory, staying on the fringes, never entering too deep. The weaker monsters ran away before he even spotted them.
But further south…
Something changed.
John started noticing signs--giant claw marks on rocks, fallen trees that would be taller than wingspans, lingering traces of magic that made his skin prickle with scale. This wasn't just happenstance. This was *warning*.
*This land is claimed.*
And by more than one ruler.
John climbed up a dead tree, his eyes narrowing. "So that's how it is."
This was not a kingdom in the forest. This was a fractured empire of monstrosities, each Tier 7+ ruler over their territory, coexisting with inferior species just as long as they did not disrupt the status quo.
And John?
He was a problem.
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# **The Cost of Power**
John headed back to his cave to take some rest and check his status.
[Status
First name: John
Race: Black Dragon (Dragon Child Rank – Tier 5 High)
Level: 58
EXP: 92,400 /
HP: 8,600 /
MP : 6,800 /
Strength: 485
Defense: 455
Agility:420
Intelligence: 335
Perception: 398
Skills:
• Dark Flame Breath (Lv. 5 - High Proficiency)
• Predator's Instinct (Lv. 8
• Flight Expertise (Lv. 5 – High Proficiency)
• Scale Hardening (Lv. 6)
• Spatial Storage (Lv. 2)
• Territorial Authority – Monster deterrence up by 18%
John looked at the figures.
"So close," he muttered. "Tier 6 is right there."
And yet…
He could feel the invisible ceiling above him more than ever before. brute strength alone would not be sufficient in breaking into the deeper south. If he were to delve into a Tier 7 domain unsafely, he would not live to make another mistake.
He clinched his claws. "System."
[Listening
"What if a bunch of Tiers 7 people think I'm a problem?"
There was a brief pause.
[Answer: High probability of termination. ]
John snorted. "Figures."
He leaned back on the stone. The eyes were half-closed. The thought of hiding, of waiting, sparked his pride. But his survival instincts made him ignore his pride.
*This isn't fear,* he realized. *This is strategy.*
ARGININE
#### **Enemies. and Opportunities**
"What's that?" was the only thing that remained in his mind as he
The monsters of Tier 7 did not play nice. They barely tolerated one another. Their realms nestled against each other like tectonic plates, held in place by mutual intimidation.
Which meant—
"If I play this right." John murmured, his eyes glinting faintly in the dark, "I don't have to fight all of them."
One Tier 7 might consider his a threat, while another could find his distraction useful. As long as his disruptive impact was subtle—enough to allow him to grow amidst the turmoil, without necessarily bearing the full force of their attention.
And beyond monsters…
He recalled the rumors. Smart life forms. Eared entities in the east. They talked, schemed, and constructed.
Allies.
Or enemies who could be reasoned with.
John's tail flicked slowly.
"I'm not ready yet," he whispered. "But I will be."
In the outside world, in the far south and west, ancient eyes opened. Huge presences shifted in their realms with glimmerings of awareness that there was something new emerging in their world.
A young dragon. Nice one Ambitious And dangerously patient. The forest had noticed him. And soon— It would respond.
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